I’ve had a big week. Have been working on a launch since late August, and working my booty off. Some days it’s been like mortal combat on the work front. Some days I’ve spent 75% of my day inside meeting rooms, only to come out to about 55 emails which need actioning, meaning I don’t get home til really late at night, absolutely exhausted, only to have to do it all over again the next day. Some days I’ve had all of this, and several big hypos to boot, just to make things extra tricky.

However – my big launch happened on Thursday. Hurrah!! We cracked open the first bottle of bubbly at 2pm. Then, conveniently it was my work Christmas party that night. I was definitely ready for a blow out.

I couldn’t count (and don’t really want to), but there were many glasses of wine and some pretty awesome dance moves (including two knee slides and a bit of ‘ironic’ headbanging). I took a few blood sugars over the evening and they were sitting around 9 most of the night. Left the party at about 12:30 and got a cab home.

My alarm went off to get up for work at about 6:30 the next morning (why do work parties always happen on a school night?) and went to get out of bed… then noticed the cannula end of my pump hanging limply out of the bed. The cannula end being the end which is supposed to be inserted into my subcutaneous, the bit that the insulin gets into my body by. Hmmmm. That got me up in a hurry. Got out my meter – yup, 20.7. Arrrrrrrrrrrgh. No idea how long it had been like that but I’d taken my BG in my drunken state before bed and it was fine, so I must have pulled it out in my sleep. Took a big shot and headed to work.